Crossed lines.

Dreams are when we meet. And it seems the line between sleep and awake are slowly fading. Please, do not wake me if I am dreaming, nor rock me back to sleep if it is night. For it is time that lines once blurred become lines that link two hearts. And it is only in dreams where these truths exist.

Reviews

[Madison Rose]

Jason, I love this poem, and I love dreams, well done!

[Tricia O'Brien]

Rad, I dig for sure

[melissa]

well done:)

[zogzog]

nice

sometimes you only get what you want in your dreams.
then sometimes you could be dreaming about what you want to dream, but then it suddenly turns to what your life is already like in reality.
so essentially you could be doomed in your dreams as well. imagine that, no escape.

my apologies for my horrible nonsense rant.